meet me in the dark

Rolling combat 1d20: 5
Poor - You barely hurt your opponent

With balance already compromised from a steadily fleeing haze, it was not hard for the other to send her toppling over. A low growl bubbling within her chest though even from a point of disadvantage Omen did not intend to give in to the onslaught nor what may come next. Strength was waning - this she knew from the quiet ache deep within musculature - but it did not mean she would turn up her belly and accepted defeat.

Not yet. Though that flash of muddied fur would great the air before in the next instance hind limbs kicked out to shove the other woman back. Hoping to knock the wind out of her with a punch to the gut.

HP: 13 (27-14)

Rolling combat 1d20: 11
Fair - You hurt your opponent moderately

She tumbled over and searla closely followed the woman's body, attempting to gain the higher ground and stand above her. Large paws thudded against her ribcage, punching into her gut but the smaller woman grit her teeth against the onslaught and pushed through the pain. Adrenaline surged through her body as exhaustion began to eat at the edges of her stamina, and now she tried to shove her face into Omens space enough to clamp her jaws around her throat in what she hopes would be a victorious action.


HP: 21-5=16

Rolling combat 1d20: 20
Critical Hit - You deal a vicious blow

Those snowcapped paws planted themselves firmly about her frame, a motion both dreaded yet anticipated though a fiery aggressor did not pull back as one had hoped. Leaving limbs to lash futilely against the other woman but Omen refused to still even as the pressure of jaws snaked about her neck. A sensation she did not wish to feel in full but with a crown effectively pinned, lest she pressed into a bite, fangs were useless. So with a grunt her forepaw carried through the motions. Mimicking an act failed by the arch of lower limbs yet this one lay aimed at Feannadh’s throat in turn.

HP: 2 (13-11)